Knowing is one thing. Having it brought home is something else altogether.
COVID came home to me last Monday at the DuBois Christian and Missionary Alliance Church’s hall just south of DuBois’ city limits.
Penn Highlands DuBois hospital sponsored a COVID vaccination clinic there. I went.
So did a startlingly white-haired woman in a long black coat. She smiled as I held the entrance door open.
She wasn’t “elderly people.” She was one woman, frail enough to need a wheel-equipped walker. Its frame fit through the doorway, but only awkwardly.
She got the shot. I got the shot. My presumption is that we both prefer to not die from COVID.